We are strangers in a land that gets stranger by the day.
We believe in the American dream. We work hard, pay our taxes, and obey the law — even laws we think are idiotic.
Many of us don’t recognize America. Patriotism has become passé. Our military is led by men who are social workers and politically correct hacks, great at getting soldiers to use preferred pronouns and combat imaginary racism in the ranks.
Giant corporations have replaced individual enterprise, which, in many cases, has been taxed and regulated out of existence. Government bureaucrats and corporate executives are like the pigs at the end of Orwell’s Animal Farm.
We look in vain for a Ronald Reagan, a Teddy Roosevelt, an Abraham Lincoln. Instead, we find clowns like Commissar Ocasio-Cortez, the pinup girl selling socialist snake oil.
If we’re white, we’re told that we are responsible for every problem that plagues people of color. That’s right, we’re to blame for the roughly 70% of black children born out of wedlock, just as cops are to blame for the deaths of thugs who threaten their lives. Add the fact that many other young adults cohabit and cast their eyes upon the welfare of pets.
Savages who burn down cities are hailed as heroes and celebrated as warriors for social justice. But misguided middle-class citizens, among them veterans, who trespassed in the Capitol are branded insurgents. Mayors take down statues of Washington and Columbus and commission murals of George Floyd.
If you’re white, you’re also responsible for slavery, segregation, the Wounded Knee massacre, and Japanese Americans interned during World War II. Racism is in our blood, they tell us. Remember, throughout the course of human history, racism has never existed anywhere but here.
Forget racial minorities. Now, we’re told that there are “sexual minorities”, and the man who thinks he’s a woman, is a woman and is entitled to use the ladies’ room with our daughters, and if we refuse to accept this fantasy, we are hateful.
What passes for entertainment is sickening – all blood and gore, sadistic killers, aliens who pop out of people’s stomachs, and monsters in various guises. We search in vain for contemporary movies with characters we can admire or care about. So, we retreat to the cinema of yore.
By “despoiling the earth” we’re also responsible for climate change. If we end up paying $7-a-gallon for gas, well, it’s our own fault. Filling up the tank is agonizing. Paying confiscatory taxes marks us as serfs. Inflation is at an almost 40-year high, and politicians tell us it’s because government isn’t spending enough.
We’re working to provide benefits for illegal aliens and addicts and loons who camp and defecate on the streets.
Many proud Americans are the children of immigrants who helped build this country, but we witness with unalloyed horror the tide flowing across our southern border unimpeded. The middle class sees among them petty criminals, gang members, and traffickers. The Democratic party sees them as voters. We can’t defend our own borders, but we are expected to defend those of distant lands.
Our president (who’s been sucking on the federal teat for half-a-century) has successfully waged war on domestic energy production. We went from energy independence to beggars with a gas can in a matter of months.
Washington imports barrels of Russian oil, while our pipelines rust and our oil, coal, and natural gas remain in the ground, and begs the Saudis to pump more, and deals with Marxists in Venezuela and jihadists in Iran, both Russian allies. Apparently, oil from anywhere outside the U.S. doesn’t pollute.
Officeholders for life think of us as dumb children. They snicker at the people who pay their salaries.
So, we trudge forward, too stubborn to give in or give up on the Promethean task ahead.
Aut pugna aut morere. Either fight or die.